Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Massage

Alright this will be similar to the my most recent chapter, except instead of degradation, it's going to be praise. I think. I don't know where this will go, I'm writing this in advance. Anyways, hopefully this will make two posts in one day. I'm not consistent at all and I apologize. Anyways, shush and eat your soup.

The day had been dragging on painfully slow and Scott needed a break desperately. He rolled his shoulders and leaned against one of the grimy walls, no longer caring if anything stained his shirt. He needed a new one regardless. He allowed his eyes to close and his head fell to the side against the wall as well. He swore he had only had them closed for five seconds before a pair of hands wrapped around his waist from behind. He tried to look over his shoulder to see who it was, but couldn't see their face from the awkward position against the wall. He opted to looking down at the arms and saw the small, pale, peak of a scar just poking out beneath the blue sleeve. It was only Afton.

"You look stressed." His voice came from behind him, and the arms left his waist. As Scott was about to turn around, he felt strong hands redirect him to re-face the dining room. He felt the pressure of Afton rubbing his back, the man's thumbs digging into the tight area between his shoulder blades. Fingers crept up on either side of his neck and rubbed down to his shoulders where they grabbed and massaged.

Scott's face flushed and he felt saliva filling his mouth. He sighed, biting his lip and subtly leaning back into Afton's hands, thankful that there was nobody in this area of the arcade. The games over hear were broken and so it didn't attract anyone. He let his face freely show expression. He reached up with a shaky hand to push his glasses back up his nose and he felt a tingle shoot down his spine. A moan slipped past his lips before he could think about suppressing it. He was unaware of the warmth gathering in his hips or the way that his pants were growing tighter against his ass. He rolled his neck again and he realized he was being guided back and around a corner.

A door opened and Scott turned around. Afton had led him to the parts and service room. He bit his lip and walked in. The familiar scent of oil filled his nose. It wasn't noxious, more comforting. Afton slowly walked around Scott again after shutting the door. He turned Scott and gently pulled him back into one of the spinning office chairs. He continued rubbing his shoulders and as much of his back as he could reach. Scott, now hidden behind closed doors, moaned with complete indecency.

"Good boy... I know how hard you've been working. You deserve this." Afton whispered, his lips brushing the shell of Scott's ear, making Scott shiver, his bulge pulsing again, growing stiffer. Scott noticed it now and looked down at it, moaning softly to himself. Afton pulled away from his ear and kept rubbing his shoulders, hands roaming up his neck just under his jaw. His thumbs pressed against it, just in front of his ears, and rubbed small circle, coaxing a couple lusty groans from Scott.

Scott's hand had drifted to his lap where he had begun to press against his erection beneath his pants. His breathing grew heavier as he continued to massage his bulge, rubbing it with the palm of his hand. His face was hot and his legs felt numb as he leaned desperately into Afton.

"Sooo gooood..." Afton whispered again, hands drawing up further to burry in Scott's hair. He started scratching Scott's scalp and Scott began undoing his belt and reaching into his pants. "There you go, baby. You like that? There you go... shhh." Afton murmured softly, his voice a low rumble.

"Oh, Afton... oh..." Scott stuttered, his head growing harder and harder to hold up. Afton's fingers left his hair and went to his chest, Scott felt Afton pressing against him, now. Suddenly, his tie was loosened and brought up over his head. He heard the fabric hit the floor somewhere to his left, but he didn't care. Thin fingers began undoing the buttons on his shirt until it was enough to be able to slip down his shoulders and sit around his waist. Afton pushed Scott forward gently so that he sat away from the chair. He dragged his finger tips down Scott's bare back, the cold caused Scott to gasp softly. Afton gently traced the sides of Scott's rib cage, brushing his soft skin where ever he could reach.

When he was done with Scott's back, he walked around to his front, always leaving one hand on him at all times. He pushed Scott back up to lean against the back of the chair. He straddled his hips, immediately feeling Scott's bulge against his. He pressed his hands against Scott's chest, rubbing and groping slowly and watched his baby's head fall back against the head rest, his eyes were closed and he had removed his glasses at some point. Slowly, so as not to distract Scott, Afton began rocking his hips, grinding against Scott's bulge.

"Oh my god, Afton." Scott moaned quietly, taking a deep breath. Afton leaned forwards, still maintaining a steady rhythm in his hips and kissed Scott's neck, and below his jaw.

"You're doing wonderfully. Is this good? Do you like this? Hmmm?" Afton hummed softly. He began trailing kisses down below his collar bone.

"Mph... so tight..." Scott moaned, wiggling his hips slowly. He was growing painfully hard and he could no longer distract himself from it, it was not going away. The pressure in his hips was now the only issue. He felt loose, completely unraveled and he was too scared to move in case he might mess it up. Afton got off of his hips and kneeled on the ground in between Scott's thighs. Using the knuckles of his thumbs, he rubbed the area of Scott's hips where his thighs connected to his pelvis. Just centimeters from his groin. Scott's breathing had grown heavier, and Afton knew he was watching him. He gently pressed the area around his bulge, rubbing his fingers under his waistband, back and forth Scott wiggled his hips.

"I know, darling, I know. You're doing so good. Mmm, you're so intoxicating, Scott." Afton moaned, kissing Scott' stomach, just below his bellybutton. Finally, he began to slowly palm Scott's bulge, which had become more prominent over the few seconds.

"Ah-haaa... A-Afton, oh it feels so good. It feels so good please don't stop." Scott moaned, his voice growing louder. He was reduced to a stream of moans and whimpers, all at different pitches. Afton started getting himself off to Scott's noises. Jerking off beneath the chair to the same pattern he was massaging Scott's issue. He felt tears well in his eyes from the pleasure and he came quickly, Scott whimpered and let out a little cry, before he began to grow soft beneath Afton's palm. He felt warmth greet his hand and he realized he made Scott cum in his pants. He hissed in a breath.

"Don't worry about it." Afton said and a little laugh escaped him. Scott glared at him, but with his face flushed and his eyes watery, it was hard to find him intimidating. "You left this pair in here from... uh... last time." Afton explained, holding up a different pair of Scott's pants

"O-oh." Scott whispered softly.

Badabang badaboom sex in the room.